line in the sands of time, scaling down,
- around the ides of March
- a gumption to go
- big enough to matter
scaling further down, to me,'n' you
one day, you know, this day I make a
mind up,
\
to when you read this line, beyond that one,
and find you, another self, in my self centered realm,
- halted as if
-  by design
- at the window in
the bubble of my being,
the being being done,
by no will
of my own, save my own inhibition,
of my own will
to disappear
and cease being other than this,
in your day.
Sunk
beneath waves
of informative material,
taking me
to my accepted everafter task,
ever learning,
never learning the whole truth and nothing
but, so help me, God,
get the principal, Wisdom
and get understanding with her.
1 can stand on understanding gotten
in the course
of human events
where certain truths are presented
as self-evident,

ahunh, as a wary updated model, e-videntlly,
on auto go mode, I proceed
one
seeking reason
to let you know, this particular hole
in the ground, is empty, but for me…
and I am busy finding time,
to redeem for enjoyment
that no one ever used,
to try filling this hole up to here
to imagine you, learning
from me, that all references
to you, personally,
in the grand book of life,
link to the time you did not fall
in this hole,

but read the sign. STOP. GPS is wrong.

Look for the sign. Obey it. Now is the future, too.